The dream guy

I had a dream last night,

and it revolves around my dream guy and family.

My dream went dashed into reality when my cellphone rang.

It was HOLLY. . .

ARgh . .

I didnt even have a chance to bid farewell to my 2 yr old daughter Karin and my dream husband Dylan.

My "husband" is a chinese guy,

speaks chinese and looks like Utt . .

He is sweet and caring,

someone without worries.

I just need to be a perfect housewife to take care of our newly built semi-detach along King's Albert with our sweet and nice neighbour Dooretty.

Every morning when i water the plants at our little garden,

Karin will pop out and greet me good morning in french, the new language which she learn from her pre-school.

And i know its time to prepare cereal and sunny side up for my dear Dylan and Karin.

The dream goes . . .

I met Dylan in my school hall when i was in University.

He is a talented guy who plays the violin which makes a point why I was attracted to him.

I made my move as usual and start leaving stuffs in his locker and eventually my msn and contact numbers.

The start up was innocent and pure.

The dating part were sweet as both of us enjoy musical concerts, art galleries and of course sunny beaches.

We spent many wonderful moments together till the day we graduated.

Until one day he showed me a drawing of our future.

A draw-up of our future home and he proposed with nothing much but a ring of the coca cola can and i accepted it.

We start building our home from it, sharing the vision of our future home as our goal.

Eventually what we hope for came true and i was blessed with my girl named Karin.

Everything was perfect BUT i know its just a dream too good to be true.

A dream is a dream.

Dylan doesnt exist.

Karin is friction.

Probably its just the sub conscious mind of mine,

craving for that kind of senenity and peace.

The kind of life i always want.

My Dylan and my cute little Karin.

Its time to get some sleep and hopefully I will get to see my cute little Karin soon.